Winter turns to spring, famine turns to feast. Nature points the way, Nothing left to say… I still don’t … Continue reading Nature Points the Way, Nothing Left to Say…
Tough girl, I’m in pain
It’s lonely at the top, black outs and airplanes
And I still pour you a glass, of champagne
Tough girl whose soul aches…
Hands, put your empty hands in mine.
And scars, show me all the scars you hide.
And hey, if your wings are broken,
please take mine so yours can open too.
‘Cause I’m gonna stand by you.
She’d had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.
But when the night came,
The weather to a raging storm had turned.
He watched her ship fight,
But in vain against the wild and terrible wind.
In me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end…
Come to me
In the night hours
I will wait for you…